443 Munn did not sit down. He leaned against a post of the porch, his back toward the others. The fireflies glowed and dimmed, minutely, rising from the ground in the open space of the yard and pasture. Sylvestus coughed, and scraped his shoes on the boards. "Ain't you gonna set?" Willie Proudfit asked him. " No, thanks," Mr. Munn said, not turning. " Maybe he ain't tahrd," Sylvestus remarked distinctly, but almost as though to himself. "No, Sylvestus," Mr. Munn told him, not turning, "I'm not, as a matter of fact." "Sing a little sumthen, Dellie," Willie Proudfit urged. "I feel lak hit." She began almost wordlessly, stopped, and began again. She sang: " Thar's a land that is fairer than day And by faith I seen hit afar, And our Father-----" She broke off. "I ain't right fer hit," she explained. "To- night." "Set down, Perse," Willie Proudfit said, a hint of fretful- ness in his tone. Mr. Munn did not answer. Then he asked: "Willie, is Senator Tolliver still staying where he was? In that place over near Monclair?" "Tolliver," Willie Proudfit said meditatively, and paused, "Yes." " The last I hear'd he was thar," Willie Proudfit answered. And added: "A man plumb ruint tonight. And him what he was." "He was a bad man," Adelle Proudfit's voice declared. " Set down," Willie Proudfit invited. Mr. Munn turned and looked at their forms in the shadow. " Willie," he said. " Willie, I'm leaving." After a moment Willie Proudfit answered, "Naw, naw, Perse "—his voice quiet—"you ain't a-leave-ea" "Yes, I'm leaving," Mr. Munn insisted, "tosight1'